The Hollow Hills

It was no wonder, I thought, that already in that hundred years it had become a thing of legend. It was easy to believe that the old smith, Weland himself, who was old before the Romans came, might have made this last artefact before he faded with the other small gods of wood and stream and river, into the misty hills, leaving the crowded valleys t

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No man was there but must have some inkling now of what had happened last night in Tintagel, and of the part I had played in bringing the King to his heart’s desire. It was possible that the simpler souls among the King’s companions might have expected the King to be grateful; to reward me; at the very least to recognise and acknowledge me. But I,

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